Down - Intellectual

[Chorus]

I keep going down

I keep going down down down on you, I can’t help it girl

And I’m going down

I’m such a clown clown clown to you, I can’t help it girl

You got a way with words, words can’t describe

It’s the way you swerve and get caught in the light

I’m on your spider webs, no choice to abide

It’s not my nature to surrender but you’re eating me alive and

I think I like it; wait my turn, I’ll bite back but for now I won’t fight it

Fuck it, I’d really like to fuck you

You’ve got an expensive brain, I’d really like to mug you

Probe your lobes for gold while on dope, we go through the regular

Five standard positions; all positioning spectacular

Sayla guarantees it, or you get to fuck back

Hop on, snuggle, buckle down, grind while you lean back

Your hair reaching my kneecaps, my hands on your kneecaps

Pushin’ and pullin’ deeper so that I’d know where ya needs at

So I could reach out, and you could you could come on weekends

24/7, it’s always whoopsie season

I keep going down

I keep going down down down on you, I can’t help it girl

And I’m going down

I’m such a clown clown clown to you, I can’t help it girl

When I hold you, my world explodes

I could let the tide turn, but I rather unfold the secret within us

The sweet bitter medicine

The subtle suffocation we happen to find bliss in, such blithe

But I swear it’s an addiction ma, cause darling this is our fifth and definitely not our last for the night

The filth between love and lust is not fair, but it’s aight

It’s an epiphany, the serendipitous misc en scene at play

The vibe zones in and cancels out the decay

At 1 we blew money, 2 O’clock we felt gold

3 lines of coke, by 4 we were on indo

5 felt like fire, but 6 it was sex

Sick 6 for sex, sick 6 for the sex

5 felt like fire but 6 it was sex

6 it was 666 for the sex

I keep going down

I keep going down down down on you, I can’t help it girl

And I’m going down

I’m such a clown clown clown to you, I can’t help it girl

Going back to that whoopsie shit